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A Different Turn to Make (Alvis and Malice)

Harrison had to admit that he got a bit of a thirll when Esther all but wrapped herself around him, and he wasn't going to try to dissuade her.
"Oh, a fine start to be sure, but it is just a start." He promised her. He turnedf slightly, and walked back towards his desk. He stepped past it, putting her back against the wall. He wanted that extra layer of balance to keep her in place. He moved to kiss her again, more fire in it this time, more need, before breaking it off, and going lower, his lips on her neck, teeth nipping at it, before a bit lower, kissing at her collarbone. He moved a hand to remove the few buttons on her shirt that had been done up, simply wanting ot be able to move his hands freely.

One hand slid up her back, hiking hte tank top up a little, but he wanted the feel of her skin under his hand, and it did help make sure she was not going to fall. His otheer hand moved to hike the short skirt she'd work up, lettign him rub fingers along her sex, massaging her through her panties, pushing her along. He didn't think they were going to last very long in their restraint at all today.
 
“Full of promise.” She assured him. “Err...promise of pleasure that is. Not that I don’t think your intentions could have any other kind of promise, but I am not going to assume either--” Thank goodness for his lips and his brute strength, saving her from a rambling embarrassment. It was a fiery kiss, more than the one from before and she moaned again, one hand gripping the back of his shirt while her other was threaded in his hair, her legs tightening around him.

Her head tilted to the side to welcome his lips along her skin and any other thought to speak out loud was banished as he started working with her clothes, closer to the goal of removing them entirely. Sighing deeply, she brought her hands down his chest, disappointed to find no buttons. She wanted to feel his bare, toned chest so badly. Instead, as he teased her through her panties, she fisted his shirt and gasped softly.

“I thought…” She sighed softly. “I thought we were going to talk...about...something…”
 
Harrison smiled as she started to talk, to make a few small points while he was workign on her.
"I'm sure we'll talk about...something at some point." He murmured to her, moving his face back up to capture her mouth again. He all but growled intot he kiss. He wasnted more from her, but there were thigns in the way, things that had to go. But for that to happen, he had to set her down, and he didn't see himself letting that happen at all right now.

Harrison moved his hand from rubbing her sex off to the side slightly, sliding fingers under the cloth. As he gathered the material into his hand, he deepened the kiss, pushing her harder into the wall, feelign hte back of her head gently touch the drywall. And then he clenched his fist, pulling, ripping her panties off of her body, and casting them aside. They weren't in the way anymore.

He hiked her up a little higher, giving him room to reach down and get his belt open, then the button adn zipper to his pants. This was going to happen quickly he thought, he wasn't sure if he could draw this out. He had a powerful need to do this, something about Esther, about how this was all going, drove him anwards hard. He freed his member from his pants, and slid Esther down a little. He felt the head of his cock bump into the entrance to her sex, adn he held her there, rubbign aginst her faintly, teasing her with what was to come soon.
 
“Uh huh.” It was a casual sound, almost dismissive like she didn’t really care anymore, especially as his lips captured hers once again. She lost herself in the kiss, in him. Her hands moved back to his shoulders and gripped the shirt on them tighter, feeling his bare skin brush against hers underneath her panties. But he didn’t do anything. It just felt like he had her panties in his hold. What was he--?

Her head tilted back against the wall, detaching her lips from his, and her question was answered as she felt a rush of pain mixed with pleasure as the material of her panties ripped against her very aroused and sensitive slit. Esther gasped from the sensation, everything clenching in surprise. “Oh.”

Tightening her legs around his waist when he hiked her up, she looked at him and then down a little. She felt so small compared to him. He held her up like it was nothing. Well good to know she wasn’t too heavy for the great Harrison Trenton.

Her entire body seemed to freeze as she felt him, all girthy and hard and so powerful right against her core. She looked at him, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks. “You’re teasing me now Mr. Trenton? And here I thought your restraint was gone.” She teased, sliding down the wall a little, feeling that bulbous tip push right through at her entrance, a satisfied grin on her face. She slid down a little bit more, her hands dropping to his shoulders, taking him in deeper, little by little, and with a heavy sigh. “That’s more like it.”
 
Harrison let her work, let her slide herself down the wall, and let out a low hissing groan as she slid down on him. She was still a damned fine fit, feeling just as good as the first time. When she had taken him in all the way, he took her off of the wall, taking a few steps back to his chair, and sitting down in it. With her perched on him, he was able to get both of his hands in motion now. Sparing her button shirt from destruction, he settled for forcing it back and stripping it off of her body, tossing it behind her onto the floor, mostly under his desk. And from there, his hands went o her hips.

He held her on him, sliding her hips back, adn then pulling her back onto him, guiding her throught he motions, sure that she'd catch on. Esther had proven to be a quick study before this, and he ahd every confidence in her from here. Moving one hand off her hip to go up to tangle in her hair, pulling her face to his his, now letting more and more of his passion, poouring it into what they were doing. He wanted more skin bared, more flesh on display, but that would involve pausing what they were doing, adn he was not willing to make that particular scarfice, so he simply kept going, Glad that the chair he'd been given was a large one, strogn enough to easily hold both their weight, adn wide enough that Esther wasn't going to be cramped from the position.
 
He was really big. She somehow forgot that as she slid him all the way deep inside of her, gasping loudly at the way he stretched her. Her hands gripped his shoulders tighter, just as her pussy walls clenched around him so tightly too. Panting softly, she was thankful that he finally sat them down, but at the same time, doing so pushed him deeper in her. In this position, it was like she would be impaling herself on him each time. It was different than the other times he took her. He had control then. Now she could control it and it wasn’t even her appendage.

Her knees were pressed to the sides of his legs, near his hips, as he settled her on top of him, straddling him. Her hands slid down his chest and she gripped his shirt, lowering herself on him again and gasping again. It was almost too much this way but thank the stars for Harrison, he guided her, showed her, and she got the hang of it. She bounced, worked her abdominals and her hips. It was like one of the warm up exercises from color guard. She never thought she could apply that to sex!

Esther leaned into him, rolling her hips into his and kissed him with hunger and passion, sliding her arms around his neck after he removed her button down. The cool air of the room was momentary across her skin, which was already so warm, and only got warmer the more she bounced on him, the more she kissed him, and the more she gave into the pleasure that only Harrison could give her.
 
Esther did not dissapoint, she rallied to the idea of what he'd hoped from her admirably, and set to task, finding her own ways once she had the start of it, pushing herself and him along. As she leaned into him, he did the same, meeting her halfway, crushing htem together, feeling her breasts press into him, wishing that they ahd taken the time to remove soe offending clothing, but at the same time perfectly fine with it. Harrison kept their mouths locked together, his tnogue sliding along her lips through the kiss, tasting her skin. He coudl feel the heat pouring off of her, off of him, and knew in that moment that they were already pretty carried away.

Harrison leaned back, but only so far as to be able to get his hands between them, wrapping them around her breasts, massaging and squeezing them for a moment befor he tossed caution to the wind, and pulled the top down some, hiking it up on hte back, but lettign him get one breasts mostly exposed. Figners rolled her niupple between them, teasing it along, teasing out more feelings and sensations. He could feel himself start to swell in her, gettign close to his finish. he didn't bother to tell her, that would involve breaking off the kiss, adn that would be a terrible shame.
 
Either she was doing good or he was humoring her, but by the way he kissed her, Esther was thinking she was doing well enough to keep him going and herself. But caution was thrown to the wind and they gave into the passion of each other. It spurred her on and knowing she could make Harrison feel the way he made her feel, it encouraged her to keep going. She wanted this to be amazing and it already was. It was just different because she was bouncing, not just taking his thrusts.

Her hand slid into the back of his hair, her grip becoming a little tighter as she was finding herself to be more aggressive. The more the passion heightened, the more fiery and emboldened she became. The more she wanted to take what she wanted and give Harrison everything he gave her. Her moans were deep in their kiss, speaking of the way her pleasure spiked each time she pushed down on him.

Parting her lips, Esther moaned deeply, louder, the sound resonant with her orgasm shattering through her. The way he teased her nipples sent shocks of pleasure right down to her core, undoing her. She wasn’t even sure how long it had been since she and Harrison last had sex but it was always the same feeling, but more each time, more powerful.
 
Harrison was all but panting, ready for the end of this moment, hating to see it go, but ready and able to see it to it's completion. When he felt her reaching her peak, Harrison ground up into her, the sight, sound and feel of her was enough to push him over the edge, shooting up into her. It was along wracking thing, one that left him shuddering for a moment. Harrison gave Esther a long, slow, lazy kiss, a satisfied one. When he parted their lips from one another, he gave her a smile. I had been sudden, intense, and he felt himself losing some of his hardness inside of her. But he was sure that he wasn't done with her yet, and he highly doubted that she was either. He put a hand on the side of her face, flicking his thumb along her cheek affectionately.

"You ready for more then Martin? Because we can keep going if you're up for giving me...a little help." He told her with a smile. "If you want more, then hop off me for a bit, and get under the desk on your knees." He advised her. Once she'd shifted poistion, he slid the chaircloser to her, his still semi-hard cock before her. "Now take it in your mouth."
 
The moment he shot up into her, it was a whole other kind of pleasure, that alongside with her orgasm, spurred it on, working together. Her body relaxed into his, little spasms of pleasure shocking her as she rested her head on his shoulder but she otherwise calmed down, or at least started to. “Mm...Harrison.” She hummed. It seemed this was really the only time she felt comfortable enough to address him by his first name, not just by his surname.

Lifting her head, it felt so heavy but she looked more than pleased. She looked euphoric. As his hand cupped her cheek, Esther smiled lazily, turning her cheek into his palm and then kissing the center of it. “Always ready for more. I do believe you’ve made me insatiable for you.” She grinned, not even needing the extra nudge.

Sliding out of his lap, she moved down onto her knees, scooting back until she was tucked under his desk. He scooted in close and she was met face to face with his semi-hard cock. Time to get it up again. Leaning in, she ran her tongue along him, her hand coming to holding it, tasting hers and his nectar and cream combined. It was a potent cocktail that made her feel this buzz from the euphoria, only encouraging her for more, to give him more. After she cleaned him off with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around the bulbous head, sucking him tightly, her tongue flicking and gliding across the tip a few times before taking him in a little deeper.

The note had reached Abby well and she kind of felt a swell of heat in her cheeks, more from embarrassment than anything else. The fact he went this route just to get a note out to her...Shaking her head, she crumpled it up and head down to his office, each step a stride of determination further to her destination and to Harrison’s final destination. As she liked to coin it in her head. It was sometimes like a movie in her head, the music building up louder with trumpets and horns, only to settle at a simmer of drums and percussion as she stood outside of the door.

Abby knocked on the door and could hear the music in her head drumming up higher and higher, the suspense was building. She knew life wasn't a movie. Her imagination on the other hand liked to run rampant.
 
Harrison smiled as Esther did in fact conform to what he'd expected. She'd had him a few times now, and she had a taste for what he could do for her now. As she bent to task, it was clear she was getting a taste for him in other ways too. He smiled, and gave a sigh as she started to get to work on him. Her efforts were not going to waste, and he could feel himself starting to harden under her ministrations once more. Then came the knock on the door.

Teh door wasn't the best built, and the knock popped the latch loose, letting it swing open, revealing Abby standing at the entrance. Harrison felt a flutter of nerves for a moment, and could feel Esther starting to pull herself back, likely a panic reaction to the sound of the door opening. His left hand shot out from beside him, fingers tangling in her hair, and stopping her movement. One arm braced on the desk to keep them in place, he flesxed his arm, pulling her farther down onto hsi cock.

"Ah, Abby, I see you got my note. Come in, I've got your revised essay here." He said calmly, his heartbeat picking up at the thought of what was happening. Esther, working on him while her best friend came into the office, not knowing. He grabbed her eassay from the pile, and tossed it onto the table. The revised mark was clearly shown, circles. 64%

"Any other questions?" he asked, keeping pressure on Esther's head, drawing her down, and then letting off of it enough to let her rise partly off, and then repeating.
 
The knock came and Esther’s entire body froze. But when it opened, her eyes widened and she started to draw back. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! But she felt Harrison’s head tangle into her hair at the root and drawing her back in. Her hands came to his legs to dig her nails into his thighs. What was he thinking?! And it got even worse when he said Abby’s name but her mouth was too full of his cock, thankfully, to make a sound. Although her nails did stay dug into his thighs. He deserved it. Bastard. Even though she was grinning around his cock.

Abby walked in, not saying a word to him. But she stopped cold when she saw her essay tossed onto the desk, noting the change in grade. “What the hell?” She snatched it up and looked at the new grade, glaring at him. “Dude, are you serious right now?” She looked more shocked than angered. “This paper is not a 64! It wasn’t even the C+ you gave it before!”

Esther almost choked hearing Abby but she stopped a moment, even with Harrison’s cock in her mouth hearing the new grade. Whoa, talk about making a point! Great, now Abby was going to even more firmly believe that Harrison was showing her preferential treatment. Maybe she could punish Harrison a little bit, fully aware of the consequences but it’d be worth it.

She slid her hand down his inner thigh and cupped his balls. Releasing him from her mouth she licked her way down and sucked one ball into her mouth while stroking him, massaging it around her tongue before releasing it. She ignored the other and took him back into her mouth and on purpose, Esther barred her teeth just slightly over him. For Abby.
 
Harrison smiled as he felt Esther lkose her resistance, and released the pressure on her head, letting her move as she wanted. His eyes closed for a half second as she started to work on his balls, just as Abby was logging her objection. He twitched at the motion, keeping hsi composure somewhat, but wondering if Esther was trying something outside of the norm to get to him.

Her nails in his thighs actually worked for him, the points of pain gave him a focus that kept him on task.
"Actually, yes, it was, and yes it is. When you asked me ot go over it again, I did. With a fine tooth comb, looking for anything I had missed, positive or negative. I'd overlooked a lot of grammar errors, minor ones, but there's a lot of them. And the work is still deviated from proper format. I imagine that hte work would go over very well-" Harrison hitched as he felt teeth on his cock, fighting the urge to push away from the desk. Wouldn't that go over well! As a form of retaliation, he got his hand back on Esther's head, and simply pulled her onto his cock, not slowing down, and pushing it right to the root into her mouth. '-go over very well in you Media Studies class if they wanted an article. But this was an essay. So you lost marks. And that's what you get." He paused, not sure if he wanted to go farther, since he had...distractions to contend with. But something compelled him to do so.

"And another note, you might want to pull your head out of your ass long enough to look at apparently how little you think of your friend, since you seem to think the only way she could do better than you at this project is by fucking someone in charge of marking the work. SOmetimes people do just put in the work on something they have..." He trailed off again, fighting a smile. "...an aptitude for."
 
Esther kept her ears open, listening as Harrison spoke to Abby. He was so ruthless, it was so sexy, even if it was to her best friend. But the moment she barred her teeth even the slightest, she heard him pause and a huge swell of victory claimed her. His reaction? His hand coming to her head and forcing her to take his cock deeper. She had to close her eyes and focus on relaxing her throat so she didn’t giggle around him and give herself away, and by extension, gag on his cock.

Abby’s jaw slowly dropped as he went in depth in his explanation, but when he faltered, she raised an eyebrow, though thought nothing of it at the moment. But his last tidbit had her cheeks turning bright red in embarrassment and also shame. She had been such a brat, especially to Esther. Clearing her throat, she nodded her head. “Thank you for your time, guidance and...not making this worse than it already might be.” She quipped. It should be recognized that swallowing her pride was no easy feat. But she did it anyways.

Even as Esther worked her mouth around his cock, she heard Abby surrender and it surprised her but she was also very proud of her. Pride was such an ugly thing. They called it a deadly sin for a reason. It was too stupid.

Turning on the heel of her shoe, Abby walked out of his office and quickly left, shutting the door behind her and beating a hasty retreat with what dignity she did have left.
 
As Esther relaxed her throat around him, Harrison only hoped Abby didn't intend to make an argument about this. But to his appreciation, she took his rebuke with a fairly mature approach. It was a little bit of a surprise, but he supposed that he hadn't left her with a lot of options to object before she would simply be painted as a terrible human being by continuing. He waited for hte door to close before letting his eyes drift closed in a satisfied smile, adn then gave her a full count of ten before he made his move.

Harrison pushed away from the desk, sliding out of Esther's mouth. He was rock hard again, and he had one thing on his mind. Discipline. He kept a hold on Esther's hair, pulling her to her feet.
"So we think we're funny now, do we?" He asked her with a cold, deliberate tone. not harsh, but certainly leaving no room for questioning that he was going to have to make a move from here. Withotu thinking about it, he pulled her around, and bent her over the desk, putting hand between her shoulder blades to keep her in place. He slid her skirt up, and then hesitated. Time for something taht she might not have been expecting. He lifted the hardcover english tectbook from class, and weighed it in his hand lightly. And then her brought it around to land on her ass with a resounding crack.

He didn't hesitate to do it again, and then again, alternating from side to side, making sure that each blow was landing on relatively differnt areas. he lost count of how many time he spanked her, but when he was done, her ass was a bright red from his efforts. He dropped the book, and pulled her off the desk, his hands coming to her wrists, and pulling them over her head, pinning them there, adn pushing her back tot he wall. He bent low to kiss her again, no trace of restraint in this one, all fire and need. He only let it go one for a moment before breaking off, adn gripping hte hem of her top, stripping it over her head in a single motion, casting it aside. He spun her around to push er back to the wall, gettignher bra off this time before finally pulling her to the floor with him, getting between her legs, his breathing ragged, wanting this at least as much as she did. he sank back into her with a single smooth motion, pushing up in her so he could kiss her again, his weight on her, pressing down intot he floor as his hands went under her shoulders to keep ehr pulled to him, keep them tight together as he started to thust into her with all he had.
 
Even as he pulled her out from under the table by her hair and forced her to stand, Esther wasn’t exactly scared. She just wanted to play a little bit and he had it coming after what he did to Abby. Sure, in all fairness Abby was being ridiculous but she knew her friend better than Harrison did. Besides, it was a perfect moment and all she really wanted to do was see if she could crack that veneer of Harrison Trenton that kept him so calm. And she did. And clearly he was not having it.

“What’s wrong Mr. Trenton?” She giggled. “Do women not usually get the best of you?” She goaded, clearly milking it for all she could. Maybe that was a bad idea and usually Esther was very perceptive. Judging by the way his tone was so cold and harsh, she should have heeded that. Instead, she played with it and now faced the consequences.

A soft gasp came from her as he was quick to set her in place, bent over his desk. She felt her skirt push up and excitement bubbled all throughout, particularly between her legs. Biting her lower lip, Esther gripped the edge of the desk. There was a lull in the air and with how he had her pinned down, she couldn’t really crane her neck to see. The next thing she knew a resounding and hard smack hit her ass and her body shot forward slightly, a sting of pleasure and pain igniting from her ass. “Oh…” It didn’t stop there and by the time she heard the thud of whatever he had used to spank her, she was dripping wet, her ass was stinging and she was so hot for him, she was actually starting to wonder if something was wrong with her.

With her back to the wall and his lips on hers, her entire body melted and she kissed him back just as hungrily and fiery. He was moving fast, like he had a point to make and she had yet to figure it out. She was just eating all this up. Arms pinned above her head, her shirt was off faster than she thought it could come off. One by one, more articles of clothing were being taken off before he took them to the floor and without a second’s hesitation, he was back inside of her and she felt so full and complete. Moaning deeply, her hands came around his head, her fingers threading into his luscious locks as their lips locked again. Her legs wrapped around his hips and with each thrust he gave, her pleasure was spiking higher and higher. Still so sensitive from her last orgasm, it didn’t take long. Harrison had that way about him; he already knew what she liked and taught her what she didn’t even know she could like; like being spanked with a textbook. Yeah, she saw that thing.

“I’m gonna cum Mr. Trenton.” She gasped against his lips. And she could already tell that this orgasm was going to be a big one and really intense with the way he was already making her feel. With how deep her was inside of her and how he was thrusting, she felt a deep and more profound pleasure being hit each time. The mythical g-spot. It existed.
 
Harrison could vaguely hear her, he was only partly paying attention if he was honest. He was carried off on what they were doing, the sheer intensity of iot all. This was differetn from what he normally was like, it was...stronger. Like there was more to it all than just the simple, basic act of what they were doing here. Esther seemed ot have a way of getting into his head, and lingering there. Normally he'd say he'd have to do something about that, but frankly, why bother? He enjoyed what they did, and she certainly did to, so what was the harm?

As Esther gasped into his lips, he only smiled.
"Do it. Now." He hissed, grinding into her with all he had, staying in her as he felt his own finish coming up hard and fast. He let out a low, satisfied groan as he came, shooting inot her as hard and strong as he'd ever managed before. He had to admit everything that was happening with Esther was leaving him a little more...playful than he usually was. He'd not really thought before that it was a good idea to be doing this sort of thing aat the school, too much chance of thigns going wrong for him, but when the opportunity had come up with Esther that first time, he hadn't thought twice. And now after this time, he still wasn't. No regrets. No second thoughts. He gave her the deeperst kiss he'd managed for her yet, really stretching the moment out for her, making sure she was well and truly distracted by it before he stood up.

She had some afterglow to process no doubt, so he tucked himself back inot his pants, and casually swept up the discarded pieces of her clothing, looking at htem in his hand a moment. There was a rather wicked grin on his face.
"You know Esther. I don't quite think that you've paid sufficiently for what you did before. I think you might have enjoyed my attempt at punishment. So I have another idea in mind." He informed her, lifting her bag from the floor. here was a large shit-eating grin on his face as he stood near the door of hte office, lifting his hand to show all that he held in it. All of the clothes she'd worn on her top, and her bag. "I think I'll be seeing you around soon." He told her, adn slipped out of hte office, kicking it shut as he did.

Not wanting to make it easy on her, he jogged up the stairs, taking htem two at a time, heading for hte halls. Oh, it was a dick move, he'd admit it, but there was a sense of...fun in it all. Besides, he wasn't a complete monster. Once back in the halls he knew she'd be making her way to the locker room, she'd have extra clothes there, so at the halfway point, he set her bag down on the floor. And to make sure that no one stole it, he stepped a little farther down the hall, and leaned on hte wall, keeping an eye on it. There were limits to how far he'd push this. Still, he noticed he was leaning right beside the fire alarm. Most of the people were gone, but there were still after school clubs and the like on site. He smiled, adn waited for her to appear.
 
She never thought of herself as someone who could do anything on command. She took a women’s studies class her freshman year and it kind of opened her mind up to a lot of things she didn’t know. But the moment the command came from his mouth, she lost herself like it was right on cue. Pleasure that she did know before but tenfold intense burst through her senses. The flood gates opened right at her very core and coursed through every inch of her making her cry out, coupled with the arrival of his own climax, her walls clenching tighter around his thick girth. As the last waves started to fade, her body felt like it had been injected with the best muscle relaxant ever.

Panting hard, her fingers threaded through his hair and as his lips claimed hers with such a deep kiss, her toes curled again and she moaned. Not necessarily from the post-orgasmic bliss she was lost in but because his kisses had a way of doing that to her, eliciting such a response. So distracted by the hold he had over her and the spell he cast, as their lips parted, she lay there simply basking in the aftermath of what he did to her. If that was punishment then he seriously needed to crack open a dictionary and rediscover the definition. That felt wickedly good!

His voice broke the haze of her mind and she opened her eyes to look up at him. He had a smug grin on his face. Why did he have a smug grin on his face and why did he have to look so fucking hot too?! Sitting up slowly, Esther closed her legs and looked up at him. As the foggy haze lifted, her eyes widened and her jaw slowly dropped. “Harrison--” It was gone. The haze, the bliss, all of it just kind of lifted right up and evaporated. “Harrison!” Scrambling to her feet, Esther practically ran right after him but the door shut and she wanted to throw it open but she was just wearing her skirt and shoes. “Son of a--” She hit the door and then pressed her forehead to it. For some reason, a laugh came from her and a smile formed on her face. She hated that she was smiling but she couldn’t help it.

Taking in a deep breath, she opened the door and slipped out, quickly bringing her arms up to cover her bare chest. She looked around and started running, heading up the stairs quickly. When she broke out into the hall, it immediately occurred to her that the girl’s locker room was not far away at all and she had her practice clothes for color guard. She had to go there anyways to change since she had practice in an hour and somehow, she would hunt that damn Harrison Trenton down and at least get her school bag back. He could keep her bra, tank top and shirt, but she needed her school bag!

As she walked further into the hall, panting a little from how quickly she ran up the stairs, Esther stopped when she saw her bag just lying on the floor. Walking quicker to it, she knelt down when she was right before it and grabbed it, pulling it up to her chest to keep her covered. Looking up, she saw him right there and stood slowly, holding her school back to her chest like it was all she had left to preserve some dignity. Opening her mouth to say something, she noticed he was standing right beside the fire alarm and her eyes widened. “No!” She then darted down the hall, yelling, “I hate you!” right at him beelining it right to the girl’s locker rooms. Why did they have to be so far at the end of the long ass hall?
 
Harrison had a grin on his face that just wouldn't go away. The way she saw him, made the connection, and knew that if he pulled the alarm that she'd be in a wall of trouble. As she shouted her new found hatred for him, he reached up to the alarm. Just a small lever. One pull, and the glass rod that kept it up would be broken, adn then the whole thing would start. His hand was on the lever, teasing on it, that grin still in place as she came closer to him in her flight for hte locker room.

He took his hand off of the alarm, and stepped away from it, leaving it unpulled.

There was a limit to how much embarassment that he was willing to drown Esther in. As she fled past him, he sped her on her way with a hard slap to her ass. He walked away from her, fighting the urge to whistle. It had been a good day after all.

He wasn't used to the idea that he had his own vehicle waiting for him outside. The car was still ugly, and people kept their distance, as though it had something contagious to it that might be caught. Harrison opened up the door adn swung into the seat, slammign the door shut. The car was comfortable, and he knew from experience how much power he could get out of it. He staretd the car but paused a moment. He got his phone out, checked that he'd managed to secure Esther's number in it, and sent her a short text.

-Lemme know when you want to get your clothes back. We'll work something out-

He started the car, and pulled out, smile still in place. Thigns were taken care of for him at this point. He was doing well enough that he had some optimism for his future for one of the first times in a long time.
 
Safe. That’s what it felt like being in the locker rooms in just her skirt, shoes and her school bag as her only way to keep modest. Esther lingered by the door just in case the fire alarm would go off but it didn’t. And her ass stung new again from that parting spank he left when she did run past him. “Cheeky bastard.” And yet, despite expressing her newfound hatred for him, Esther couldn’t help her smile. “What is wrong with me?” She said on a long drawn out sigh, marching to her locker.

Only after she changed into her sports bra, tank top and yoga pants, did she start to finally relax. She hadn’t been caught. No one caught her streaking half naked to the girl’s locker rooms, other than Bastard Trenton, and she was going to dance her ass off in practice. A vibration sound went off and she sat up from tying her shoes, and turned to face her locker. She fished her phone out of her bag and pulled up her text messages. Did she have his number or did he have hers? Probably not important at the moment.

Upon reading his message, her eyebrow rose and her lips twitched.
“Oh we’ll definitely be working something out, Harry. Mark my words. ;)”

Pressing send, she let her phone slide down in her grip before chucking it back into her bag. The sooner she shut the locker and got out to the field, the better. Then she wouldn’t send him a barrage of texts that made her more of an embarrassing rambler than she already was in person.
 
consider them marked Harrison tapped out back, adn smiled, gettign the car in gear, and peeling out ot the lot. Having his own wheels made everything so much easier. he could really come and go as he pleased now.

As harrison worked his way through town to get home, there was a pang of wondering what it might be like to simply get Jane and just keep driving. Go on and on and just leave all this palce behind them. It might even be doable. But it would wind up with him techincally 'kidnapping' his sister, and that wasn't something either of them could really get out of. Hell, he was having a ahrd enough time staying otuof trouble here and he had Gideon to back him up! Out there, he'd be on his own, adn his money wasn't that long.

Home was quiet. Jane was not going to be home for a little bit yet, Harrison knew she had some after school study group thing to contend with. He decided to do a bit of laundry. Clothes in the washer, and after a moment of hesitation, he tossed in Esther's stuff too. If he was stealing her clothes like this, he could at least make sure they were clean when he returned them. He heard a throat clearing behind him, and turned the washer on before he turned to face his father.

"Something I can do for you?" Harrison asked.
"You're uh, washing clothes. That look a bit...girlish. And not your sisters." His dad pointed out.
"Yeah, and?"
"I'm curious? Why?" Harrison snorted.
"You really want to know my life now?"
"Yeah! I do."
"First time for everything I suppose." His father went quiet.

"Not really. But...okay I earned that one. Look, harry, I've been a right fuck up, I know. I'm...I never how to do this shit. I don't expect you to just forget about everything coming before, but...maybe just...if you won't help me, can you at least let me help you?" His father assked. Harrison wasn't sure how to take all of this. On some level it was all that he'd really wanted from his dad. But on the other hand, how long was it going to last? And how much harder was it going to be on Jane when it all came down again? He wasn't sure she'd make it through that experience. She was fragile enough as it was these days.
"Sure. I know you still know how the washing machine and dryewr work, since i sure as shit never touched your clothes. Thorw stuff in the dryer when it's done?" His father nodded.
"Yeah. Anything else?"
"Let's keep it simple for now. Get taht right, we'll think of something else for ytou to do." Harrison walked away from his dad, looking for something else to do, somewhere else. When he was back in his room, he hesitated, adn then pulled his phone out. he tapped out a quick message to Esther.
we should do lunch sometime. or dinner. your call which

There was always a bit of crowd, or at least a few people that would turn out to watch the practice for the colour party, some of them looking towards joining it some day, some just enjoying seeing the training and the athleticism at work...and some boys that just wanted to get a look at girls working up a sweat. Jaime was there, but strictly because he knew a quiet spot on the bleachers that he could take a few notes from and keep thigns straight. he looked up to see Esther, saw her moving through her routine, saw that there was a smile that seemed to be fighting through on her face. He guessed then that she hadn't talked to Mallory yet. That was a blow out int he making, he only hoped everyone involved in it survived.
 
Practices are always brutal. Even as the temperature dropped a little once the darkness of the night set in, her body was so warmed up, Esther had to roll her tank top up just to get some air flow on her bare skin that was still covered in a sheen of sweat no matter what. It probably didn’t help that at the beginning of practice, their coach made them all run three laps around the track. And from then on, she was pretty much a heavy sweater. Maybe all this sex was keeping her stamina down, or not allowing her body enough recovery time because she felt so sluggish tonight. Note to self, no more sex at school. Better yet, no more sex before practice.

During one of the breaks, Esther laid down in the grass on her back, just letting the coolness of the grass touch her hot skin and letting fresh air maybe cool her down. The wind was unmoving tonight which was a good thing for their flag sails. It was not good for how hot she felt. A splash of water fell down on her face and it was so ice cold, it was both alarming and refreshing.

Coughing and sputtering, she sat up quickly and shook her head fast of the water before wiping her face down with her hands. “I’m awake!”
“Looked like you were dying there a little, Esther.” One of her teammates teased good naturedly and Esther laughed.
“That actually felt really good.” She said, rubbing the back of her neck. Her skin did cool down some actually so it was nice.

“And there’s still another hour of practice yet.”
“Kill me now.” She said with sarcasm, which just made them laugh.

The last hour of practice was running drill and routine practices. The coach would stop them here and then to correct little mishaps but then it would be right from the top again. Tonight they were practicing without the marching band but they all knew their spots on the field so they moved around still with the big picture as if the band was with them right now. By the end of it, and the fact she got some pointers and cleaned up some areas she was failing at in the routine, Esther felt good. She felt accomplished. It was a tough routine. Their coach was used to winning and wanted them to take gold this season.

At the end of practice, just as she was putting her equipment back in its bag and about to head back, Esther spotted Jaime and she walked over. Taking a few chugs of her water, she climbed up the bleachers to where he sat and stood beside him. “Hey Jaime, what brings you out? The paper doing a big expose on marching season this year?” She grinned. “I’m teasing, of course.”
 
"Oh hey Esther. Nah, just like this spot up here. Quiet most times during a practice since it's all the way up here. Everyone is always paying attention to what you ladies are doing, so they elave guys like me alone you see." He told her with a wink. He cast a critical eye over her for a moment. There was a moment impulse that he almost told her what she'd asked him and Abby to find out, but he held back. He'd told Mallory that he'd give her a little time to come clean before he told Esther, and he intended to honour that. But Esther did deserve to know. And soon.

"Abby seems to be under the impression that you've started falling into a rough crowd. A, uh...Trenton based crowd. Any truth behind that one?" Jaime asked ehr with a smirk on his face. Of course he knew. Everyone knew that her and Chad had a blowout over her liason with him, but there were rumours taht it hadn't only been once. Some people said it was only one other time, some said it was more like 3, and some said they were meeting up to fuck three to four times a day. Jaime had some doubts on the last one, just based on the time required alone! But knowing for sure mattered to Jaime. And he'd rather not ask Harrison. He had little doubt the man would tell him, but it was always better to get the information about thigns like this from people he knew.

He wondered just how Abby was approaching getting her information, since she'd teased out the idea of askign the team in something that showed off some skin to try and tease out some information, but had seemed a lot mroe focused on her grades lately, which was probably for the best.
 
“Paying attention to what us ladies are doing?” She asked, an eyebrow rising. “Jeez, and you’re not one of the pervs ogling? I’m insulted.” She feigned, a playful smile on her face. It was strange to her that with her friends she could be so calm and relaxed, even more open but with other people, she was awkward. Color guard was opening up her personality some more--a crass thought entered her mind that maybe it was opening up too much of her physically as well--but she still had her awkward turtle moments. Although even that was improving, especially with one Harrison Trenton. Sometimes she could find her groove with him. It was all his fault. He was so devastatingly handsome, Esther didn’t know how to function around it.

Setting her color guard flag bag down, Esther took a seat beside him and good timing too because he was getting into some heavier things. Not really, but she could kick Abby’s cute little butt for opening her mouth too often with her paramour. “Since when is rough associated with him?” She asked, but upon asking it out loud, she immediately heard the stupidity. “Never mind, I heard it.” She grumbled. “I mean...we’ve seen each other...a couple of times--a few times really.” Deciding to stay vague on what ‘seeing each other’ really meant. “But I mean that’s a private matter and what I do is my business. I’m not broadcasting it, but I’m not ashamed of it. I mean…” She shook her head and sighed. “Do you guys think I’m a slut now or something?”

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"Push up bra, check." She adjusted the hem of her crop top. "Girls night out, check." She even pushed them together before turning her body in the mirror for a profile. "Underwear..." She lifted the hem of her mini jean skirt. "Check. Okay, we're all set. Let's go see what those bozos know."

She knew that the locker rooms were probably a dangerous place to be going, especially filled with that much testosterone but she was also prepared to be shooed out. Abby didn't exactly keep her investigative reporting on the down low. But that didn't stop her either. If it did, she wouldn't be dressed like she usually reserved for Jaime. She timed leaving her desk so that she got into the locker rooms just as the guys were coming in from football practice. And it smelled like it too, although she wondered if the boy's locker rooms smelled like ball sweat all the time. Stale and not just fresh, Odd things to be wondering at a time like this...
 
"Abby'd skin me if she thought I was out here oggling at all of you ladies and not her. I like not being skinned." Jaime quipped at her. He had been ready to pounce on her words about Trenton, but she beat him to the punch. Finally came the moment that seemed to really weigh on Esther. What her friends thought of her now. Jaime weighed his answer in his mind a little. A few ways to really give answer to the question, but only one of them seemed ot really appeal to him.

"Yes Esther, that's what we think, you've become a nasty slut and we are all dissapointed in you." He cocked his ehad when he was done, looking at her out of hte top of his eyes. He let that hang for only a few seconds. "You really think we're all that shallow? That you hooking up with the guy that half the ladies in the building make moon eyes at is going to make us think less of you? Come on girl. You should know us better than that by now." He gave her shoudler a playful shove, a way of making sure that she knew he was just giving her the gears in the only way he really knew how.

When the team got into the room, they were all laughing, joking, and shoving one another, the practice not seeming to have taken too much out of them overall. One of them noted Abby's presence, and swung an arm around to stop the guy beside him, which led to something of a domino effect as the team ground to a halt. The team went a bit quiet once they'd noticed her there.
"I think you might be in the wrong spot girl." The captain of the team said plainly. "Or...maybe you're in the right place, dressed like that, eh guys?" There was a course of hoots and the surprise and confusion on their faces shifted more towards leering and oggling.
 
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